The Years of Being the Male Lead Bai Yueguang

Discover the magic vein and expel the alien species ([-])

"Ding, the male protagonist's blackening value is reduced by 15, please continue to work hard." "Ding, the male protagonist's blackening value is increased by 10..." "Ding, minus 20"

+10-5-10+5-5+30-15+20……

567 looked tired enough, the system sound was a bit stuck, and finally said: "Ding, the hero's current blackening value is 76, and the total balance of host points is +5500, -121200."

Yan Song had no time to think about other things, his eyes were locked tightly, seeing that Mochizuki's complexion improved, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, he finally heaved a sigh of relief.

But the breath was not over yet, he was shaken all over, his pupils tightened suddenly, and suddenly an indescribable feeling spread along his palm to his whole body.

Pain, his whole body seemed to be dismantled and reassembled, each joint seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles, and the blood in his whole body rushed to the top of the sky in just a moment, and his temples throbbed. Something restless was about to rush out bloody, tearing his fragile nerves.

Yan Song's figure froze suddenly, and then a sob that he tried his best to hold back came out of his throat. It seemed that he was in extreme pain. He staggered a few steps, and finally grabbed the bedpost with great difficulty, and scratched the bedpost so hard that there were dents in it.

During this period, Cheng Mou finally came to his senses. He instinctively went to help Yan Song, but he woke up when his hand penetrated Yan Song's body.

What was he doing, what was he thinking just now?For a moment, he suspected that Yan Song was Qian Yu.

Qian Yu died in his arms, and was stabbed through the heart by a wicked man named Yan Song. How could the two of them be the same person?

Thinking about it in his heart, Cheng Mou finally calmed down a bit. The blackening value that fluctuated like a roller coaster just now seemed to be just an illusion.

But when he saw Yan Song's painful expression, his body froze unconsciously.

"567...painkiller...is there any?"

I don't know how much perseverance Yan Song used up to say this to 567.

He was not afraid of pain since he was a child, and he could bear it, but this time, he couldn't bear it anymore!

567 quickly calculated the balance, and said: "Host, the system store has a thousand sticks in stock, and I don't know when the next replenishment will be, and you will need it for revenge by the male lead. I actually don't recommend you use it now." .”

Yan Song bit his own lip, the dark red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth, and fell on the snow-white robe, blooming like a flower.

Mochizuki finally regained consciousness at this moment. Although he was not conscious before, he can still remember clearly what happened, especially when Yan Song sucked the poison in his body onto himself.

"Brother!" Mochizuki saw Yan Song's embarrassed look at the first sight.His clothes were disheveled, his face was covered with cold sweat, his black hair was loose, and he was tightly strangled by the bedpost, unable to let go.

"Senior brother, how are you? I, I'll call Peak Master Gu..." Gu Xingzhi is the peak master of Wuya Peak and Danxiu.

Yan Song's eyes were fierce: "How dare you!"

Mochizuki froze for a moment, flinched, with tears in his eyes, his little face flushed red: "Brother, who is it that wants to harm you..."

"Get out, don't let anyone come over."

"Brother..."

"roll!"

Mochizuki doesn't know where the poison is, but he also knows that the poison is absolutely unbearable. He is both guilty and anxious, worried that his brother will do something to save him, his eyes are drooping, and he is about to cry.

Yan Song seemed to be used to the pain and felt a little stronger, and said: "Why are you crying? The poisoner didn't want me to die, he just wanted to save my life to torture me. I was supposed to suffer the poison. It has nothing to do with you, so now..."

"Get out, close the door, and don't tell anyone."

Cheng Mou's eyes were deep, and he fixedly locked on Yan Song.

Mochizuki finally went out crying, he always listened to what Yan Song said, at most he just talked to Liujiang.

Yan Song took a deep breath, sat down slowly on the ground, he didn't care if his snow-white robe was wrinkled or dirty, and summoned Changge.

567 said vigilantly: "Host, what are you going to do?"

"When Ban Yueqian first broke out, the pain lasted for a full twelve hours. If the pain continued like this, I would rather die."

"Host!"

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to commit suicide, I just thought of another way to relieve the pain."

The dantian is the most important and sensitive part of a monk. If the dantian is injured, the pain will be three times that of other parts, resulting in fainting.

Yan Song raised Changge and stabbed at his dantian.

It doesn't matter if the dantian is damaged, it doesn't matter if the cultivation base goes backwards, anyway, he doesn't want to die of pain!It's better to feel the pain and pass out for a day and a night!

Cheng Mou's eyes widened in an instant, and that feeling of fear and uneasiness found him again. Now he just wants to yell at Yan Song, yell at him, and wake up this lunatic.

But no matter how excited he is, it is impossible for Yan Song to hear his words, besides, this kind of scene is what he has been looking forward to for many days.

Cheng Mou saw Yan Song twitching in pain with his own eyes, the black and red blood soaked his clothes, and finally solidified into a blood shell, his black hair spread out behind him like a messy net.

In a trance, for some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he was young, when he was still unsteady on the road, he almost fell once after walking three steps. At that time, Yan Song took him to the back mountain specially to train him. From early to late.

Little Cheng Mou always falls, the child is delicate, can't stand any pain, and will cry when he falls.

He remembered that at that time, he was in so much pain that he acted like a baby and wanted to hug Yan Song, but Yan Song always pretended to be indifferent, with a cold face, looking at him indifferently.

Xiao Cheng was afraid that his senior brother would not like him because of this, so he got up, staggered and continued to walk. When the task of the day was over, Yan Song's indifferent shell broke a corner, revealing the soft inside, and he would always squat down and talk to him Looking at him at the same level, healed all his wounds, and his lips were tightly pressed, with a touch of distress in his eyes.

Children are very sensitive to human emotions and can distinguish whether the person in front of them is genuine emotion or a fake disguise.

So, at that time, he really liked senior brother.

Now, Yan Song is in so much pain that he is responsible for it.

Cheng Mou suppressed the vague uneasiness in his heart, looked at Yan Song who had fainted from the pain, knelt down and said, "Yan Song, you'd better not just die like this."

After Cheng Mou's soul returned, his body was at its weakest, but he couldn't wait any longer.

He opened his eyes, adjusted his breath in silence for a while, and suddenly released boundless magic energy.

He had to go out from here, out of the cold iron prison, out of Lingduan Peak, out of Qing Yuanzong!

Even if he can't get out, he still wants to see... Is Yan Song dead or not.

In an instant, the black demonic energy pressed down heavily, like a cage, firmly surrounding Ling Duanfeng.

Someone in the sect noticed this scene and turned pale with shock. They went back to each peak to report to the peak master and discuss countermeasures.

And Shu Ci's reaction was the strongest, he didn't have time to think about anything, he just wanted to rush into Lingduan Peak to find Yan Song.The source of the devilish energy is in Ling Duan Peak, if it wasn't for Yan Song's misfortune, how could Ling Duan Peak allow such a big mistake?

But the restraint on Lingduan Peak was really powerful, Shu Ci repeatedly slashed with the epee, but the restraint didn't move at all.

Shu Ci was running around in a hurry, and when he was at a loss, he suddenly felt the ground shake violently, as if the entire mountain was about to topple.

The scenery in the sky is getting more and more unsettling. The originally clear blue sky has turned into a dark ink color that is so gloomy that it is about to drip water, and it weighs on people's hearts. Thinking of it, there was no response at all from the other end.

There are only two possibilities for Qianli Transsion not getting a response, one is that the other party does not want to reply, and the other is that the other party cannot reply.

The demonic energy on Lingduan Peak is so strong that it is about to become a den of demons. Shu Ci just used the secret orders of the sect, which are usually only used when major events happen. Shu Ci can't believe that Yan Song still Get in the mood to joke with yourself.

Fearing that something might happen to Yan Song, he raised his epee and wanted to make a few more rounds, but was suddenly interrupted by a disciple who hurried over.

"Senior Brother Shu, it's not good!"

"Why, if what you said is not important, I will beat you to death."

The disciple flinched and said, "Brother, traces of the demon clan have been found on Xingzhe Peak."

Shu Ci's epee fell to the ground with a clang.

Almost all the inner disciples of the sect were mobilized. Cheng Mou, who was weak, was no match for those people, not to mention that he didn't intend to escape, and the crowd captured him with little effort.

When Shu Ci arrived, he saw the strong demonic energy overflowing from Cheng Mou's body, and he rubbed his eyes in disbelief, suspecting that he was dazzled for a while.

Wei Shizhi arrived at the scene in person, his face was extremely ugly.

Cheng Mou raised the corners of his mouth, with a look of innocence: "Why, Master Wei Feng, do you want to finish me for my master?"

"Nonsense!" Wei Shizhi was furious, "Do you still have the face to call the sect master?"

Cheng Mou smiled and narrowed his eyes, but the light inside was sinister: "Why don't I have the face to call Master, what did I do wrong?"

Wei Shizhi pointed his sword between his eyebrows, his lips moved slightly, and was about to say something when Cheng Mou stopped him.

"Master Wei Feng wants to say, because I am a demon?"

Wei Shizhi's whole body froze, and the edge of his sword shook slightly.

Cheng Mou narrowed his eyes and said, "I am the son of the demon race and the human race, why did Peak Master Wei only mention the demon race blood in me, but not the other half of the human race blood in me?

"Demons and humans are both creatures, why do they have to be treated differently?"

Wei Shizhi couldn't find words to refute, his face was blue with anger, he blew his beard and stared for a while, his lips trembling: "Nie Zhan, Nie Zhan!"

Shu Ci frowned, stepped forward, and said: "Master, don't let him spoil your mind, the demons have always been good at bewitching others, you don't have to listen to his nonsense."

Wei Shizhi knew at this moment that Cheng Mou was not talking nonsense.

The Moyu and Zhongsi have always been hostile. Everyone in the Zhongsi regards the Mozu as an inferior race, and thinks that they have evil intentions and are a lowly species. This prejudice is inherent.

The smile on Cheng Mou's face disappeared, he looked at Wei Shizhi fixedly: "Master Wei Feng, do you think I'm right?"

Shu Ci yelled: "Cheng Mou, shut up! What did you do with your resignation!"

Cheng Mou had a frivolous smile on his face: "What can I do with him? He's fine."

Shu Ci was so angry that the veins popped out on his forehead, he raised his epee to stab him.

Wei Shizhi stopped him suddenly.

Shu Ci refused to accept: "Master!"

"Wu Bei, you can't do anything." Wei Shizhi looked at Cheng Mou, "detain him first, and send people to guard him in turn. After three days, he will be tried in Siguo Hall."

Cheng Mou smiled sarcastically, then snorted.